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Shepherd

The sky strata  grow wider for the asking. You asking you want to be the shepherd In mountains to negotiate endless space. Your flock has endless feet for counting. You know you want to stop conversation. Your weather is sun … Continue reading

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Watercolor

We came upon the waters, in themselves, That ran deep, under rain drops on rocks Their music falling softly on the morning As birds ran counter to embedded trees. It was the music of the bodies from a mind. The … Continue reading

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Detritus

A lot has come out of the detritus A morning wet with the night’s rain Birds pecking at a sky for more rain. Like on the next day of lights festival The kids look for unlighted crackers It is   … Continue reading

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Dark creepers,white flowers

  Muted conversations are heard in the street In the gray shadows of the houses of dusk. Women squat on the steps of their houses To discuss  kids, husbands and neighbors. Their memories go back to other evenings Of kids, … Continue reading

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River steps

River steps are wet with village women’s baths. A golden sunlight floods their mornings in boats Leaving early for mountains on wrinkled rivers. Giant banyans greet them from the other bank Spreading their shadows of hair on the blue sky. … Continue reading

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Rain

Rain in the afternoon makes less noise On a napping mind, more on a dulled skin The way it tickles it by the wind from trees And comes in instalments like crow-caws And rice poundings in neighbour houses. Half -awake … Continue reading

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Who started the wind?

In the river, you look up from the waters, And see the wind walking down calmly From the hills that have holes at the top. On your feet, if joined in a lotus posture At the river’s bottom, the wind … Continue reading

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